This particular time, while we were checking out his new room (James and Megan just moved to a new place in Eagle Mountain), he ran in with a little box and scissors. I was first alarmed about the fact that the two year old was holding scissor but after a minute, he looked like he was pretty experienced with what he was doing. In the box was a bunch of sheets and some already cut up pieces of fake stick-on tattoos. For a while now I noticed that each time I saw him, he had at least a couple of pictures stuck on his skin of dragons or tribal symbols and it was pretty funny to me. Now I saw where his supply came from and I couldn't blame the kid for being decorated at all times.
Anyway, after picking out a cool little design, he stripped off the plastic cover and before I knew what was going on, he had slapped it on my ankle and was rubbing a wet towel on top of it. "Now you have tattoo like Koby!" He looked pretty proud of himself. Well after that, no one was safe. Mom got a heart on her calf, James got a heart on his upper arm, Dad got some weird circle-y thing on his arm, Megan got a little heart thing too, and Dave got something on his inner arm that I can't even figure out what it was. I even ambushed Karen by slapping one on her leg while she was watching TV downstairs.
At the end of the night, I couldn't choose who had the best tattoo...Koby's Mike Tyson face tattoo, or baby Lincoln's rad lion thigh tattoo.
I don't know what kind of long term effects fake tattoos have on kids, but I'll tell you one thing: It makes for a great night of family fun!
Haha, good times... good times.
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